The Company Band - Spellbinder lyrics

When the gods left with smoke and ashes Who do you think was there? Six fingered dealers eager to show all their wares Only the blind man knows the road Only the faithful can let go Trespa**ing the garden, lantern is flickering Below the surface, waters are bickering Aleister Crowley, there'll be no golden Dawn Only the molten tongue of Metatron You're just a cool spellbinder, shaking up a bag of tricks And your house made of mirror, and your house made of sticks